Mother's Day
Hair cooks food and milks mothers
She bashes with broken toys like a magician, even if she wants a family for a count, but know how to make every child feel full.
Stealthily mixes water in its bowl. mother tells thee the fairy tale to light up
That lifeless moon makes her brother too. mother look at another strange specimen of her sorcery.
Saree's with mattress hands on the floor makes pillows. Mother spent all her life in grooming in making you. she
Just laugh at you. What does Rohilla want from you and mother
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